I think in my writing I say, “And then,” too much.
Turns out, I had a too many ‘and thens’ this weekend.
First, I’ve started trying to write at least a thousand words a day. Last week I completed just over 4000 new words plus some editing on the mid-grade I’m working on.
The agent for the conference had to drop out.
(He may have found us someone amazing though, to take his place. But I had a few days of panic.)
you all know the book me and Ann Dee are working on? I love this book. Ann Dee is a fantastic writer and nearly every chapter she writes makes me laugh.
Anyway, last week, was a good editing week for us. I’d say we rewrote at least 10 chapters. Maybe more.
I wrote my original Writing Exercises for Friday. I must admit they were pretty good.
I thought I’d just clean on Saturday. So I worked 12 hours straight because I knew if I sat down, I’d be out. (You know that feeling when you’re legs are trembling and you just keep going because watching House Hunters, just once, means staying on the sofa the rest of the night? Anyway.)
Cleaning, recycling, yard work. Cooking, food storage, taking care of Mom. Laundry, vacuuming, and managing (?) the dogs.
Felt good when I sat down at last–because I had just paid attention to the house. And man, the house needed attention.
it was time to finalize my Sharing Time lesson.
I went to bed knowing what I was gonna do, having a rough draft planned out, ready to go.
I forgot about Daylight Savings Time.
I was ill, too.
Got to feeling a fever coming on while I was in the middle of the 2nd Sharing Time. Chills. Got out of there quick so I wouldn’t infect the nation.
I was SICK all day.
And I slept all day and then all night.
when I got up this morning, I still feel like crap. But a better crap. One that isn’t as sick. Yippee.
BUT–last week? It was a good writing week.
PS Carolina now has what I had. Not good. Not good at all.